Struth! Stone the flamin’ crows, this one’s a bloody rippa
(both figuratively and literally)!
Side note; I’m an Australian, and whilst the colorful aforementioned
colloquialisms aren’t part of my day to day dialogue, they are 100% apt when
reviewing this piece of, do I dare so, classical Aussie outback horror? – yeah,
it’s that good.
Back to the book; this outback gore stained story of survival
horror ticks all the boxes; it’s got the isolation angle, a menacing murderous
beast, a high kill count, disturbingly gruesome deaths, and a solid rationale.
The characters themselves are type-cast country farmers living day by day
downing pints at the pub, brawling with their mates, and putting in long hours
of hard yakka. Alan Baxter does a great job at capturing that distinct regional Australia setting and populating it with colorful characters.
The pub is a key destination, not only serving as the local watering hole which brings the characters together, but it's also one of the places where the horror hits home; the menacing marsupial carves out a nice slice of nightmare here.
The Roo is pitch perfect for horror aficionados, even moreso for fellow countrymen readers.
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